Zuleide Santana

Zuleide Santana

Zuleide Santana
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"Please. Go.” Una couldn’t protest, could do nothing but fight away a sob and walk backwards towards the door, watching the anguish growing on his face as her mind analyzed every note and syllable of his plea, how raw and strange and horrid it sounded coming from Jackson. Strong, quiet, unreadable Jackson, broken and frightened like a little boy. (Seven Devils, Autumn Laisse Hathel)

"Please. Go.” Una couldn’t protest, could do nothing but fight away a sob and walk backwards towards the door, watching the anguish growing on his face as her mind analyzed every note and syllable of his plea, how raw and strange and horrid it sounded coming from Jackson. Strong, quiet, unreadable Jackson, broken and frightened like a little boy. (Seven Devils, Autumn Laisse Hathel)